Summary:Harry has always wanted to be normal. But when he finally gets his wish, is it really what he wanted?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, it's all J.K Rowling's genius...

The Beginning of Normalcy

Chapter 1

The Last Day with the Dursley's

It all started on a normal summer day, in a normal house on Privet Drive, number four to be exact.Harry Potter was excited. He had just gotten a letter saying that in about four hours time, at midnight, he would be leaving this normal house to go live with his best friend's family and his godfather's best friend at 12 Grimwauld Place. Harry was not normal for many reasons. The first reason was that he is an orphan. Shortly after his first birthday, his parents had been forced to go into hiding by an evil wizard named Voldemort. To this day most people did not say his name aloud, instead they called him you-know-who or he-who-must-not-be-named. His parents had originally chosen Sirius, his godfather, as their secret keeper, but had switched to Peter Petigrew, one of his father's close friends while everyone thought that the secret keeper was still Sirius. Peter had been a Death Eater unbeknownst to them at the time and had given Voldemort the whereabouts of the Potter's. So on that Halloween, Voldemort had paid them a visit killing Harry's mother and father. Voldemort had attempted to kill Harry, also, but the curse backfired and left Voldemort as a shadow of himself and Harry with a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. Harry had then been sent to live with his aunt and uncle. Because of the Dursley's hatred of abnormality, the next eleven years had been living hell for Harry. He had been treated like scum. Things hadn't changed much when Harry had gotten his letter. He was still treated like scum by the Dursley's but not all year round, just in the summer time. This was another thing that made Harry abnormal. He hated summer. For him, summer meant long lists of chores that never seemed to end and little food. The last thing that made abnormal was that he actually wanted to do his homework, but was forced to do it in the middle of the night to avoid detection. But now, Harry would be getting away from the lists of chores and midnight bouts of homework for the rest of the year. Harry sighed. Four hours was a long time to wait when you were expecting something good to happen.

Harry decided to write a quick letter to his best friend Ron to pass the time.

Ron,

I am really bored waiting for Remus, Moody and who-ever else is coming to pick me up. I can't wait to see you lot again. It seems like forever since I last saw you lot. The one thing I can wait for is Fudge's denial about Voldemort's return. Honestly that man's an idiot and you had better not have just shuddered because I wrote his name. If I could use magic, I would have charmed it to scream it at you, but the law of underage sorcery says I can't and Fudge would love to put me on trial again. Keep Hedwig for me till I get there. She is going to drop off Hermione's letter before she drops off yours so she shouldn't have any other letters.

See you soon,

Harry

'Hedwig." Called Harry softly. With a hoot, the snowy white owl flew over and landed on the desk in front of him, nibbling his fingers affectionately.

"Take this letter to Hermione first, then take this one to Ron. Stay with Ron until I get there. Okay?" said Harry attaching two rolled up pieces of parchment to her leg. Hedwig cocked her head to the side and hooted softly before flying out into the night sky and disappearing.

Harry sighed as he looked at his clock. It was 9 o'clock, still three more hours to go, he thought. Harry looked about his small room and mentally checked that he had packed everything. Oh no! he thought. I almost forgot all my essays under the floorboard!

After quickly grabbing them from underneath the loose floorboard under his bed and stuffing them in his trunk, he flopped on his back onto his bed, grimacing as his wand poked him in the back. He always kept it in his back pocket no matter what Moody said. He grinned as he thought of what Moody would say if he knew that Harry kept it in his back pocket. Probably something along the lines of 'You could blow off a buttock keeping it there.'

Just then Harry got an idea. He could work on his reflexes while he waited for his rescuers to get there.

After digging around in his trunk for a few minutes, he emerged triumphant with a golden ball with fluttering wings in his hand. Switching the snitch onto close range mode, he let it go. A few seconds later it was back in his hand. Harry grinned he was getting better. He had gotten the snitch for his birthday and had practiced almost everyday with it. He looked at the clock yet again, 10 o'clock. Harry released the snitch again. A few minutes later he caught it. It went like this for the next 45 minutes. Release, catch, release, catch again. He had just caught it for the 40th time when the sound of the doorbell reached his ears.

Harry practically ran across the room to his trunk and put the snitch in without bothering to turn it off.Harry walked quickly out of the room to the top of the stairs but stopped when he felt his scar prickle.

Cliffie! but don't worry, i am already have the next chapter written for once, so please REVIEW!

I am so sorry about all of those mistakes, Shadowed Rains. The James-Harry mix-up well that was because of a few things called sleep deprivation and a mom who wouldn't like this, so before i post his name is james. Then i edit it before i post it, so alot of mistakes happen. The spacing issues... I have no clue what that was about, i haven't made that mistake before. the number 14-12 issue, is just my stupidity... i should have known, but i didn't... thanks for telling me about those mistakes...